Poetry

Sweet Dreams

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Sweet dreams, what are those?
A whisper in the night,
A fleeting tale composed,
In shadows soft and light.

I drift through realms unknown,
Where hopes and wishes play,
Yet in my heart, I’ve grown,
To doubt their gentle sway.

Each night I close my eyes,
In search of slumber’s grace,
But find no lullabies,
Just an endless, quiet space.

What magic do they hold,
Those dreams that others find?
A tapestry of bold,
Unraveled by the mind.

Yet here I stand alone,
A skeptic of the night,
In silence, I have grown,
With no sweet dreams in sight.

So tell me of your dreams,
The ones that make you soar,
For in their glimmering beams,
I wish to dream once more.

Sweet Dreams

Poetry

The Bucket of Emotions

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In a quiet part of my mind, there’s a big bucket,
Collecting all my feelings, each drop I can’t hide.
A little bit of joy dances, a bit of sadness peeks,
With each moment it captures, it holds all my weeks.

From happy hugs to tears that fall like rain,
This bucket gathers stories, both pleasure and pain.
Memories like small stones, they tumble and roll,
Each one a short moment, a heartbeat to hold.

Sometimes it feels heavy, this bucket is so full,
But inside this simple space, emotions push and pull.
I take it with me, through valleys low and high,
A proof of my living, a record of each tie.

So here’s to all the moments, both strong and profound,
In this bucket of feelings, life’s treasures are found.
For every single drop, it shapes the path I take,
A colorful canvas, in every choice I make.

Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Bucket
Poetry

Woven Dreams

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Tiny worlds in hand,
Fastening fabric and dreams,
Securing life’s course.

Glimmers of hope rise,
Within each woven thread,
Stories waiting to soar.

In shadows, light dances,
Whispers of joy intertwine,
Crafted tales take form.

With every gentle stitch,
A universe unfolds,
Boundless, yet so small.

Held close to the heart,
These dreams breathe and thrive,
In our palms, they entwine.

Poetry

Cuddle Delight

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Feeling lonely, needing cuddles tight,

Longing for warmth on this cold, dark night.

Arms empty, with no one to hold near,

Wishing for someone to chase off this fear.

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Yearning for comfort, a soothing embrace,

But finding solitude in this desolate place.

The need for connection, a longing so deep,

Yearning for love, in my heart it will keep.

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Aching for closeness, a touch so tender,

Hoping for warmth, a love that won’t surrender.

Yet in this moment, I’m all on my own,

Seeking a bond that’s still yet unknown.

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So I’ll wait for the day when someone will care,

To share in my need for cuddles to share.

Until then, I’ll hold onto this hope so tight,

That one day, I’ll find my cuddle delight

Challenges, Missy's MAD Challenge

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 067

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Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills. 

You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.

There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.

Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.

Your challenge for this week

  • A faint light flickered in the distance, leading a group of friends down a trail they had never noticed before.
Challenges, Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Chuck the Stuck Cow

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Three Things Challenge #MM236

Your final three words for this week are:
STUCK
CLUCK
CHUCK

There once was a cow named Chuck
Who seems to be stuck, oh what luck!
In the mud he did tread,
With a loud moo he said,
“I’d rather be clucking like a duck!”

Challenges, Poetry, Word of the Day

Feminist

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Fighting for equality
Empowering voices
Making strides for justice
Inspiring change
Nurturing hope
Illuminating paths where fairness unwinds.
Strength in unity
Towards a future where all are unbanned.

feminist
Commentary

Roger and Eddie

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Here’s an outtake from a challenge I was planning to do. There’s an error in this one, but I love how it turned out, so here you go!

Roger the Roster and Eddie the Eagle spent their days on the balcony, indulging in marshmallows and sipping wine. A violin’s soothing melody floated through the air, enhancing their wishy-washy atmosphere. Despite the music’s charm, their lives felt stagnant, with financial troubles looming. The stark reality was that their car was about to be impounded, a constant reminder of their struggles. Yet, they chose to focus on trivial pleasures, seemingly unfazed by the precariousness of their situation.